You wanted it all. To rule my world. We clashed when you drank. When sober we molded together like clay. What about when you raised a hand to me and I left? Are you better now? Whose power hungry now Dan?

I stood above him as he cowered with his arms over his head. I paused and through his trembling, bloody fingers I looked into his blue eyes that were begging me for mercy. I had no intention in stopping until he ceased breathing... until I ended the man responsible for destroying the last thing in life that I loved. Nothing was stopping me from killing Dan Campbell Smith. Nothing.

One broken boy and a self righted girl meet in possibly the most stressful and emotional times of their lives, or at least, of his life. She's got it covered, and they both know it. But their blood runs deeper than their veins and before they know it they're inseparable, forced together by a bond deeper and stronger than any other. A bond built entirely with secrets.

Bastille imagines. Mostly include Dan but there is some Will and Kyle thrown in there somewhere. I'm taking requests!

A book of short BASTILLE imagines!

Otherwise known as TWOL. Stuff I write when I am extremely emotional and need to write it out because no more tears will come. Updates on my daily life, all the depressing stuff because everything that happens to me has a pessimistic light shone on it. Except anything Bastille related. Unless it's people pissing off Dan on Twitter. It's not exactly a journal, just a turn to when I'm upset and stuff.

a group chat between the members of bastille *the first bastille group chat to be published on wattpad*

Bastille rants, truths, parallel universes.

It happened in a flash. No one saw a thing. At first it was loud. Then quiet. Then dark. Then he was gone. No one knows where he is except for me. So where is Daniel Smith? In. My. Basement.

Sunrise I will watch you here; I will keep you safe with me Until the sunrise, When it spears the eye with light, Death and dark fleeing behind. + A story where two best friends fall in love.